I can't post this part of my story on ff.net, so I'm posting it here. You probably won't understand a few choice sentences of conversation without the full context, but it's the first Harry Potter smut scene I've ever written, and I want to share it. Please, enjoy.

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Harry snorted. “Well, I didn’t exactly make sputtering sounds when she was crushing my face with her breasts!”

Narcissa perked up at his words. “Oh? How was it?”

“Wonderful,” he said unabashedly.

“So much for no kissing and telling,” Narcissa chuckled, and Harry smirked devilishly.

“What? Like you’re not thinking of joining the club?” He said bravely, and she stared at him seriously, seeing the challenge in his eyes.

“I could call your bluff, Harry,” She whispered, crossing her arms.

Harry’s eyes almost drifted to her heaving bosom, being lifted by her arms. “Yes, you could,” He agreed. “And you will.”

“Really?” She raised an eyebrow.

Hermione, for the life of her, couldn’t find this confrontation uncomfortable yet. She stood to the side to watch what was to come next.

“You think I can’t call your bluff, Harry?” Narcissa stepped forward, and Harry forced himself not to gulp. The blonde woman was no Veela, but she had an allure that affected him more than Fleur at full blast ever could. “I already promised you that I wouldn’t... shall we say... surrender to you because of some stupid list.”

“Then that means Cissy’s got a crush,” he smirked.

Narcissa laughed as she approached him. “Such a Slytherin, you are,” She purred, mere feet away from him. She stopped. “Come closer, Harry. I won’t do all the work. The Immortal Lady Black won’t stoop that low.”

Harry chuckled. “Who said anything about stooping low? I mean, I’ll make sure your water bowl is the fanciest, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, such a rich sense of humour!” She cried, trying not to break into laughter. “Innocent little Golden Boy Harry, having the Queen of Slytherin, his most hated mortal enemy’s mother on her hands and knees, drinking out of a water bowl.”

Hermione subconsciously rubbed her thighs together. Harry, having glanced every-so-often to see how she was doing, raised the bar. “I hope you’re not too fond of clothes or anything, Cissy. I assume the Queen of Slytherin would not like to dirty them on the floor.”

“I like it when a man plans ahead,” she commented with a wry smile. “So you’re going to keep calling me that, now? Cissy? Like a pet?”

Harry thanked his growth spurt as his five inches above her gave him an advantage. “Well, you’re not housebroken yet. I suppose it’s up to Hermione if I can keep you, then.”

Narcissa looked over to Hermione and winked. “So I have to talk to the Alpha, first?” She swiftly changed directions, striding gracefully to where Hermione stood, stock still.

It took a few microseconds for her to gather her wits. “Alpha?” She wondered. “Your leader?” She quickly clarified.

Harry nodded. “Your idea,” he pointed out. “And one day... well, you know. I need a Mrs. Potter to have concubines.”

Hermione couldn’t believe her ears. “So we’re really doing this?”

Narcissa, not one to state the obvious, turned back, took the last few steps to Harry, tilted his head down by his chin, and pressed her lips to his. Harry was quick to grab her firm hips and pull her closer. She took a shuddering breath as he parted her lips moments later, dominating the kiss. She really did get turned on by domination. While the ‘pet’ scenarios were way too much... she could get used to this.

Harry abruptly cut off the kiss, and Narcissa caught herself as she was leaning in for more. Before she could comprehend it, she found herself gently pushed into Hermione’s arms.

Hermione didn’t think - she only kissed her. She had always thought of Narcissa a sexy witch - a witch that was older than her mother, but still a very sexy, beautiful witch - and she quickly fulfilled a fantasy that she had found for over a year.

Harry watched on with unlimited fascination. He had noticed Narcissa’s easy submission while they were snogging, and saw her quickly bending to Hermione’s will as well.

And as Hermione tenderly touched Narcissa’s breasts through her robes, correctly guessing where her nipples were, he knew that this was only the beginning. He had the sense to cast a charm on the double doors leading into the classroom, making the doors disappear and morph into the surrounding wall. He banished his robe and his basilisk skin armor off of him, leaving only his school clothes.

Hermione slowly parted her lips from Narcissa’s, and looked over to Harry, while Narcissa looked a bit dazed, her lips slightly red. She nodded, and Harry took that as his cue to step closer. They did a bit of silent communication, before Harry gave Hermione a peck on the lips. It was not meant to be passionate - it was a kiss of thanks, and encouragement. Hermione, being almost the same height as Narcissa, easily handled her as she attached her lips to her neck. Her moan did things to her that she had never experienced before.

Harry focused into Narcissa’s eyes. The older witch did not seem to be available for conversation - she wasn’t exactly drooling, but she was close. Harry quickly stepped behind her, and taking a page from Hermione’s book, he focused on her neck.

Narcissa shuddered from the double assault. She felt Hermione’s trembling hand against her zipper, and quickly covered it with her own. Before the brunette could ask, she slowly pulled her hand down, the zipper coming with it.

Harry heard the sound, and smiled on her neck. Now it was time to show a bit of possessiveness. He began to suck hard on the skin, nipping and licking at one spot. The older witch in front of him obviously knew what he was doing, and craned more of her neck towards him. He took full advantage of it, before he reached around her stomach and wandered over her rib area, lightly tickling her. He wondered how long it would take the sensitive witch to lose control without any of her erogenous zones being touched. When he felt Hermione’s fingers touch his own inside the robe, he knew she was having the same idea.

Narcissa was having trouble standing as she was over-stimulated. She had never before been stimulated before by a man, and a very long time ago had she been touched by two horny teenagers at once; though her new lovers were proving to her now that she had waited for too long when she felt Hermione’s fingers skim up her sides to her shoulders, but held back a whimper as her breasts were still carefully avoided.

Hermione could tell how massive the older witch’s breasts were, and knew that Harry would be very pleasantly surprised. The black bra underneath the blouse was ornately decorated and supremely comfortable, and she hoped to get her out of it soon. She found her hands at Narcissa’s shoulders, and without warning, shoved the robe down.

She was wearing a simple white blouse and a knee-length black skirt, the recommended regulation dress code for female professors. While not enforced, it was highly advised.

Hermione was very sure that a see-through blouse was not part of the dress code, and she didn’t care in the slightest. She slowly began unbuttoning the blouse, careful to not let her fingers brush over Cissy’s breasts. She wanted Narcissa to beg for it, and to be that much more grateful when it happened.

Harry had the same thoughts as he finally released Cissy’s neck. He smirked in pride at the hickey forming - it was small but very noticeable. He prized it for a few more moments, absently caressing her lovely hips, before his hands lowered and at the bottom hem of her skirt.

Narcissa felt a little shock at Harry’s fingers on her bare legs, she was so focused on the cold air blowing against the love mark on the back of her neck. Hermione seemed determined to unbutton her blouse as slow as she possibly could, making sure to pull each button before loosening it. The soft silk rubbed across her breasts pleasurably, but Harry’s hands were her only stimulant at the moment.

She was keenly aware what they were doing, but she wanted to let them go at their pace. She had, on occasion, teased herself in her private sessions before, and she had magnificent orgasms that way. She had a low threshold when it came to patience in her bed, however, so she would only wait until she perceived that she couldn’t take it anymore, then take care of herself.

Harry growled low in his throat when his fingers felt the soft, smooth flesh of Narcissa. He was purely running on instinct, and when he crept higher up her skirt, he knew he was doing something right when he heard her slow moan of pleasure. His pants felt increasingly tight, grateful now that the protective cup was out of the way, but it would have to wait. They had time.

When Hermione finally got past the last button, she stared in awe for a good few seconds. The bra looked comfortable enough, encasing the massive mammaries. While they weren’t spectacularly huge, they were certainly larger than her frame suggested. Some part of her wished that she could grow a pair of those one day. Her mother’s frame suggested that she was well on her way.

No, she decided. She wouldn’t want back problems resulting from the strain, and she prized herself for her mobility. She figured she would work with what she had right at that moment.

But first, she smashed her lips to Narcissa, who quickly reciprocated. Hermione’s tongue quickly overpowered hers, and the blonde quickly got lost in her submission. She tried to make up for it by slowly grinding her own breasts into the still-robed witch’s tits, the fabric from her bra making her almost purr, before Hermione halted her with her hands on her shoulders. Before she could complain, one of her gloved hands was grabbed and placed on a still-clothed breast.

Harry inwardly smiled at the small moan of encouragement from both witches as he placed Cissy’s hand on Hermione’s breast. It was clear that she had banished her own Basilisk armor away; he had guessed correctly how far along she wanted to go. He unzipped Narcissa’s skirt quickly, and it pooled around her ankles. Harry stared at her perfectly formed legs with a sense of wonder, before his fingers traced over them agonizingly slowly, and only after he heard a low moan - from Hermione or Narcissa, really he could not pay much attention to that at this point - he traced the edges of her black lace panties. She wasn’t intending to dress sexily, but to Harry, she might as well have been wearing extravagantly sewn dental floss.

Her large, pale bum was an outstanding feature on her, and he thought it a crime that it wasn’t shown off more. Her ass on her frame was nowhere near her breasts’ proportions - he couldn’t balance a glass on it or anything - but it was still quite impressive. If anything, it fit her body perfectly. He found a freckle - what seemed to be the only flaw on her body - and before he even realized what he was doing, he dropped to his knees and kissed it.

Narcissa squeaked at the contact, causing Hermione to break the kiss. She looked past her to Harry’s position, and as she saw him trailing his fingers around her legs, lightly kissing and nipping at random places on the lower half of her body, she decided that she should focus on the top half. She concentrated, and Narcissa’s blouse disappeared.

Before she could even shudder at the cool air hitting her body, Narcissa felt Hermione’s hands snake around her torso and attack the hooks on her bra. She quickly let go of Hermione’s breasts and concentrated as hard as she could.

“Oh!” Hermione exclaimed as she was divested of her robe and her school clothes.

Harry craned his head around Narcissa’s bottom to see what Narcissa had done to cause that noise, and gaped.

She was beautiful. Her hard, toned, porcelain-skinned body was generously on display, the sin that were school robes now outlawed and shunned in Harry’s mind. Her breasts were perfect, the size of cantaloupes, he guessed, but he couldn’t really tell; her white bra was still on.

The room was very still. What were once the soft sounds of moans, groans, whimpers and heavy breaths, now lingered in the air as mere, soft echoes. Harry stood slowly, careful not to break the silence. His eyes struggled to fixate on the aristocratic beauty that was Narcissa and the goddess that was Hermione. And he waited. He knew that whatever Hermione chose to do next, would set the course for the entire afternoon.

Hermione breathed slowly. She knew she was with two people she loved and trusted, and she had gone too far with them - she didn’t want to back out now. She wouldn’t be Hermione Granger if she did.

With a steely resolve, and pinkened cheeks, she reached back to the clasp on her bra and deftly unhooked it. Before anyone could stop her if they wanted to (and they didn’t), she shrugged the bra off.

Seconds after the offending fabric hit the floor, Narcissa quickly joined her in becoming topless, banishing her shirt and bra. She fought the urge to cover her bare tits. She wasn’t ashamed of the slight sag - they were much firmer than any witch at her permanent age of thirty-nine - but they had only been seen most recently by Lucius and Draco, and both times were shortly after her son’s birth. It had been over fourteen years since a man had seen her nude body, and now she was baring almost all of her to two teenagers; not to mention she was staring at what she could only describe as the perfect female body.

Narcissa stepped out of her skirt and kept her snakeskin boots on, ripping off her matching gloves and throwing them to the side. Though she had only taken three steps, Harry watched her tantalizing ass sway for what seemed like minutes. Quickly shaking his head out of his stupor, Harry quickly unloosened his tie, and shed himself of his dress shirt.

“Beautiful,” Narcissa whispered as she slowly lifted her hands to Hermione’s breasts, giving her ample time to stop her. When she began tracing the generous C-cups with the tip of her fingernail, Hermione winced and shuddered at the overly intense feeling of the almost tickling sensation. She also found herself staring at Narcissa’s well-formed tits, and began shamelessly groping them.

The two witches were tired of kissing. They were ready to explore beyond that.

Cissy almost gasped in shock when Harry wrapped his arms around her, and his fingers slowly rose to cup her breasts joining Hermione’s. She shuddered as they both went through the ‘funbags’ stage - he squeezed and massaged lightly, she circled her nipples and focused her index fingers on her areolas, and he flicked her hardened, pale pink nipples. She knew she was practically leaking down her legs, and she tried her best to focus on Hermione, rather than dropping her panties and fingering herself right there in front of them.

Eventually, she lost the battle, and one of her hands left Hermione’s breasts to slide her hand down the front of her own black panties.

Harry saw what she was doing, and quickly pulled her hand out. The older witch was confused, until she saw him wrap his red and gold striped tie around her arm. She whimpered when he tied both arms behind her back.

Harry nodded at his work as he saw her twitching hands. He knew she wasn’t trying to get out of the tie, she could stop them whenever she wanted to. With that thought in mind, he picked her up and out of Hermione’s grasp, and before his best friend could protest, Harry quickly carried her over to her large oak table and set her down, her back on the desk, legs dangling over the edge. He turned back to Hermione, and they caught each other’s glance.

Hermione, knowing what was expected of her, walked over to Harry, her breasts jiggling unintentionally. When she was close enough, Harry tipped her chin and gave her a tender kiss, which she quickly reciprocated, leaning against his chest.

As Harry and Hermione snogged over her dazed form, Narcissa felt herself getting hotter than before. She felt Harry rubbing her leg slowly, and Hermione quickly joined him with the other leg.

Harry gave her one last kiss, and they turned as one to her heaving form, wearing only her boots and her panties. Narcissa held back the urge to shudder under their gaze, and failed.

Hermione quickly moved around the table, away from her line of sight. Before she could crane her head, Harry had dropped to his knees in front of her. He felt around her luscious thighs, and noticed that she was a bit ticklish, but didn’t bother taking advantage of it yet, merely filing it away. He tentatively licked at different areas, taking into account which places she moaned and which places she giggled. Her practically glowing skin felt so unrealistically smooth. There must have been charms for shaving.

He paused at the thought, and peeked upwards to her black panties. The thin material had an obvious wet spot, and was clinging very prominently to her plump vulva. He could tell very clearly that she was completely shaved, and he found himself licking his lips. He had never done this before, and while Sirius had briefly given him The Talk, in a way that only Sirius could – it was his right, since he did once see him get ‘assaulted’ by the lovely Gryffindor Chasers – it had ultimately left him with more questions than he had before. Now, Harry felt it best to do what came naturally. According to Narcissa’s moans, he was doing something right.

Narcissa writhed on the table from the torturous assault; she had never teased herself this much! Usually, she had just played with her body for a bit, teased her nipples until the maximum amount of blood had rushed there, and thrusted her fingers into her soaking folds until she came forcefully. It was never this much build-up!

It only got worse as Hermione leaned over slowly, her tits looking absolutely mountainous from her angle, when Hermione started playing with her nipples again. She pinched the nubbins slowly, tweaking them in just the right way. Narcissa grinded uselessly into the air, desperate for her release. She lifted her head up slightly, and latched her lips onto Hermione’s left nipple. Hermione moaned in approval as she licked and suckled at the pink nubbin with hunger, loving the mewls of pleasure that came from the brunette’s mouth. She held on to that sound to distract her from the pain of extending her neck for so long, and the torture that Harry was putting her under.

Harry finally reached the apex of her thighs, and his fingers traced the lace edge of Narcissa’s panties. They clung so perfectly to her womanhood that he was even able to see the tiny nub at the top of her slit, and brushed it with his finger. Narcissa practically screamed, so he did it again. After he did it a third time, he could tell that she was very close, and quickly lifted her fascinatingly long legs to remove the thin fabric from her body. He removed the underwear from one leg, but left it on the other; it wouldn’t do for them to not be able to find it afterwards.

Harry stared in silent wonder at her glistening lips. It was a pale pinkish hue, much like her nipples, and the fluids running down the crack of her ass suggested that maybe he had been teasing her for too long. Wrapping his arms around both of her flawless thighs, strapping himself in for the ride, he took in a whiff of her scent. It was a certain scent that he was unfamiliar with, but it was tight passage

still very pleasant to his senses. Just her scent almost had him salivating. He took a small lick, and Narcissa squealed, bucking her hips. Deciding he liked the taste, his tongue trailed the outside of her smooth lips.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Hermione panted as she lowered her other hardened, crinkled nipple into her soothing mouth. She moaned loudly when Narcissa swiftly accepted it back and rolled her tongue rigorously around her puffy areola. To repay her, she began lavishing Narcissa’s other teat with her tongue, swirling and lapping at the nipple with the wonder of a confused newborn. She slowly moved her own legs apart and reached beneath her white cotton panties to play with the small tuft of hair that lay above her vulva, and she quickly moved to stroke her intimate flesh, paying close attention to her clit. Her breathing was shallow as she stroked herself, her womanhood almost pulsing with desire. She was too beyond being nervous, and even if she was, she was not going to stop this.

Harry used his fingers to split apart Cissy’s lips to see the glistening treasure within her folds. He took one more whiff and stuck his tongue into her tight channel as far as he could, wiggling it as he ventured.

He was glad that he had trapped her legs with his arms – she began bucking and kicking and convulsing, and he was sure she was experiencing an orgasm. He was right, as a torrent of fluids rushed to his tongue, and the pungent essence reached his nose. He quickly lapped the addicting, tangy fluids of her girlcum with a childlike exuberance. Her pussy tightened around his tongue, and his pants strained at the thought that it could soon be his shaft experiencing such an unbelievable tightness.

Narcissa breathed heavily as Hermione tugged her nipple out of her mouth – she never bit down, but she was sorely tempted to – and stood up, her perfectly formed breasts topped with slobber-coated nipples moving away from her. She wished she could reach out, but her fingers were still tied. She tried to test the bond, and found that her arms had fallen asleep from the misuse. She looked up at Hermione with pleading eyes, not for the bond, but for more. She had reached her orgasm, and now that she realized what a real one felt like, she didn’t want to stop having them anytime soon.

Hermione stared at the once proud Narcissa Black, and made a decision. She slowly removed the last of her underwear, and Cissy’s eyes widened in surprise, but she could see the lust quite clearly, and the brunette internally and outwardly gushed at the obvious desire. Her mind made up, she quickly got onto the table and straddled Narcissa’s head, her quivering cunt hovering over Narcissa’s pale rose lips. When Narcissa gave an experimental lick, Hermione almost jumped in surprise, having over-anticipated her new lover’s touch. Every time Narcissa licked was better than the last, and she sat still, her mind in a haze of lust. Her tongue swirled inside her in places she never knew she had, and while she hadn’t experienced much, this certainly wasn’t in the books! Hermione felt she could write a book of her own after this wonderful experience.

She looked down to Harry, and smiled. Harry was looking up as best he could, with his tongue firmly in the older blonde’s twat, licking and slathering at the pink wonder that beheld him. They held eye contact as he quickly brought Narcissa to another orgasm, and as Hermione built up to her first of the night, she whispered her love to Harry, and tugged lightly on his head. He untangled himself from Narcissa’s legs and followed her hand, until they were at eye-level, inches away. She forced her mouth on his, and she began to orgasm at not only Narcissa’s assault, or Harry’s rather passionate return, but the taste of his and her fluids on her tongue.

She gasped for air as they parted, and found that she couldn’t move her legs to extricate herself from the tangle. Her creamy thighs were being pressed down by Harry’s hands, and he had a glint in his eyes. She shuddered as Narcissa continued her assault without pausing, probing her tight hole freely and enthusiastically. She shuddered uncontrollably as the mini-orgasms shook her to her core, her pussy sated and burning simultaneously. Harry lifted his hand from one of her legs and took her hand. He held it tight as he lowered his head to her nipple, the air having already dried Narcissa’s spit. He ignored the now flaky substance as his tongue caught her tit for the first time. He lavished his brunette lover with kisses around her breasts, smirking at how much space he had to smother with his lips.

Narcissa felt ignored, but knew enough not to complain for fear of the couple torturing her more. Her tongue was tired of the vigorous exercise, and her jaw was starting to cramp, but she persisted. She had experimented with her sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda, before one went off the deep end, and the other was shunned from the family. The disappointingly few times that they were together, Bella and Andi had prized her on her cunnilingus skills, and she wasn’t quite ready to let that crown go, even though she was more than a bit out of touch.

Still, by Hermione’s moans, she was proud to say that she hadn’t lost a step, in ability anyway.

Harry stood back and watched as Hermione padded her fingers across Narcissa’s trembling stomach and slid her middle digit into her tight passage. Hermione slowly leaned down and finally tasted Narcissa’s juices from the source. He rubbed his crotch slowly, reminding himself to buy more silk boxers – they felt exquisite against his hard-on.

He watched as Hermione dutifully licked at Narcissa’s quim, suppressing her own shudders to repay her for the two orgasms that the blonde had given her. Her hair had not yet fallen around her head to block his view, and he quickly corrected it by conjuring a hairband and walking over to her. He barely disturbed her by lifting her hair and putting it into a ponytail, her brown curls eventually landing on Narcissa’s outer thigh as he tested it. He couldn’t distract Hermione from her goal, once she set her mind to it. He wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave a few licks of his own to their professor’s nub, before he stood and walked to the other side of the table.

He was first gifted with the heavenly sight of Hermione’s backside. Had school robes not hidden the female form so well, her bum would surely be the stuff of legends in Hogwarts. It was perfect and round, but not an ounce of excess fat – just the right amount.

He saw Narcissa tiredly paying homage to it, sucking at the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit, desperately making up for the absence of her arms. He couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the sight, and began lowering his head as well.

Hermione moaned in surprise at the two sets of tongues fighting inside her. Her orally talented lovers gave her no chance to catch up to Narcissa’s number as she was penetrated by Harry’s rough drag of his tongue versus Narcissa’s sharp, smooth prodding. She squirmed, her nipples rubbing against Narcissa’s flat, glistening stomach, as she stared forward, the edge of the table cracking under her hands.

Harry swirled his tongue around, amazed at the difference between her cum and Narcissa’s. While Narcissa’s had a tangy, somewhat sweet taste, not unlike the nectar of a peach, Hermione’s cunny was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

Hermione’s breath was ragged, her IQ slowly dropping as she experienced pleasure in its basest form under her two lovers’ ministrations. She quivered with delight and removed her own tongue from Narcissa’s pussy to moan, readying herself for her third orgasm of the night.

“Yes, Cissy! Harry! God yes! Oh!” She squealed as she shook, fucking Narcissa more vigorously with two of her fingers, her thumb rubbing the sensitive jewel at the top of Cissy’s slit. Her fingers squelched loudly as she pumped her lover, her juices leaking down to the oak table and running in rivulets down to the floor. She let go of the table and gripped Narcissa’s smooth leg to steady herself, rubbing her chin against her professor’s platinum blonde tuft of soft, downy hair.

Harry held her ass in his hands to steady her as she shook in the throes of orgasm. The erotic sight in front of him made him want to unzip his pants and take her, both of them right there, but he wasn’t sure if Hermione wanted to go there yet. As he was absorbed in his thoughts, his thumb brushed over her puckered rosebud.

Hermione grunted in surprise as Harry touched her there, and wasn’t prepared for the rush of pleasure that it sent her. She had read somewhere that there were nerves that could give women pleasure through anal penetration, but she had never thought much about it.

But now, as she shuddered through the last of her orgasm, she made a mental note to consider it.

Narcissa struggled to close her mouth, her jaw irritatingly painful. She stretched it testily, and laid still. She had experienced her own powerful orgasm, and she really couldn’t take anymore – she felt spasms as Hermione slowly pulled out her fingers and rolled over off of her abused body.

Hermione was laid out on the side of the desk. The cool, hard oak felt good against her back, cooling down her hot body. She had no modesty as she was sprawled out in front of Harry. She struggled to sit up, and fell back on her elbows.

“Well... that was educational,” she breathed. The room was filled with chuckles.

“I need to look up the potion for lockjaw,” Narcissa winced as she laughed.

Harry shook his head as he wiped the sweat from her forehead. “You should be better after an hour or two.”

“I know,” she murmured, remembering the injection that brought her back to life, and its self-healing properties. “But since there’s going to be more, I don’t want to be caught limping out twenty minutes into our next meeting.”

Hermione scooted up slowly until her bare feet touched the ground. She began to stand up, and stumbled slightly. Harry quickly put his hand around her waist, and leaned back onto the table with her.

“Is this awkward?” Harry asked, and as a response, she put her arms around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.

Without a thought, Harry banished the tie that bound Narcissa and smiled down at her over Hermione’s head. Narcissa shot back a tired, sultry grin before she rolled to the other side of the desk, her boots striking the floor. Her arms were already getting their feeling back, and while the pain in her jaw was still irritating, it was nothing compared to how good she felt.

“It’s only awkward,” Narcissa drawled, “if I actually bring in a dog bowl to play out your fantasy next time.”

Harry lightly snorted, aware that Hermione looked as if she was ready to fall asleep. “If you do, then maybe I’m not the one who is having a fantasy come true.”

The blonde, feeling modest, covered her breasts as she reached down to slip her other leg into her panties to pull them up. “I’ve had enough fantasies fulfilled today, thank you.”

Harry chuckled, and his breath caught in his throat.

Hermione’s fingers brushed over the bulge in his pants. “I could do with one more fantasy,” she murmured, her index finger circling his covered tip.

Harry groaned. “Hermione, you don’t have –”

“I want to,” she cut him off, sliding off of his shoulder and slinking down to her knees, her face inches away from his bulge. She rested her elbows on his thighs as she fiddled with the fasteners on his slacks.

Narcissa blushed at the sight, her nipples hardening on her arm. She herself had never actually given a blowjob – not because she found it lowly or disgusting, but her only lovers consisted of her sisters and her ‘business partner,’ Lucius, who exclusively needed an heir.

And as Hermione finally unwrapped Harry’s package and shoved down his pants, Narcissa wasn’t sure if she should ever try it. According to Hermione’s sharp breath of intake, she was pretty sure the brunette was regretting her decision.

“It’s a bloody monster!” she shrieked, and Narcissa silently agreed. “How did you hide this from me... from anyone?!”

Harry groaned as Hermione’s dainty fingers ghosted over the sensitive skin of his cock, outlining the ridges. He wasn’t sure if nine inches was big or not, as he had never really taken the opportunity to compare with his peers, but the girls seemed pleased, so he was happy.

Hermione stroked the shaft experimentally, looking at the beast before her from all angles. The veins pulsed beneath her fingers, and she felt her heart race. “I’ve never seen one before, but I’ve read about it,” she murmured, both hands beginning to stroke his dick. “And I’ve seen pictures. But this – this doesn’t do justice to anything I’ve ever studied.”

Narcissa marveled at Harry’s impressive mast, its tip easily over Hermione’s head and into her view. The few times that she and her husband had sex, he had turned off the lights and had told her to be under the covers. Insert, thrust, and if she was lucky, repeat. She had never actually seen his penis, as they lived in separate wings before and after her pregnancy was confirmed.

But it certainly didn’t feel like anything she was staring at now. And she lowered her panties again, not wanting to dirty the fabric too much. She did have a class to teach in less than an hour.

Hermione studied every vein and contour on his cock, her fingers drifting to his sac to lift his manhood up better. She shuddered at how full it felt – she entertained herself with the thought that she might drown in his creamy essence if she wasn’t careful, before her other index finger met the tip of his organ.

She felt the sticky substance of his pre-cum on her fingers, and before she could calculate what she was doing, she dragged the tip of her finger to her lips and sucked.

Harry groaned at the sight, his tense frame leaning on the side of the oak desk more. He spied Narcissa leaning against the wall perpendicular to him, her legs spread, her fingers trailing to her overstimulated sex once more.

Harry gasped when Hermione violently brought him back, licking the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum directly. “Gods, Hermione!”

Hermione smiled around his crown at the praise in his voice; she must have done something right. Her tongue began swirling around the head, and he let out a guttural moan. She loved the taste. In some ways, it was as good, if not better than Narcissa’s taste.

She just hoped the other girls would taste just as good.

That thought propelled Hermione to push her head farther down, the pads of her tongue being as rough as they could across the underside.

Harry grabbed the edge of the desk he was leaning on, his legs wide as Hermione began to slowly bob on his cock, salivating his member. He knew he wouldn’t last long with this treatment, not after all the excitement that he had just gone through, but he could do nothing but enjoy it.

Narcissa was now fingering herself wildly, careful not to make a noise. Three digits pumped incessantly, her soaked fingers gliding easily in and out of her snatch. She reached up with her other hand and pulled loose her bun, her long blond hair cascading down her shoulders to the middle of her back. She used some of the strands to tickle her abused, sensitive nipples as she tweaked them. She watched Hermione’s smooth back, her slightly spread bum cheeks, and the smooth cunt-lips peeking under her, and she yearned to taste her again - she felt her jaw getting better already, by the hormones or the elixir, she didn’t care. But she knew they didn’t have time for another full round. She moaned out loud.

Hermione bobbed enthusiastically on his dick, silently coaxing him to orgasm. She knew they were running out of time until Narcissa’s next class, and while she was ready to lose her virginity to him, she didn’t want it to be rushed.

She struggled to deep throat him, her pink lips stretching almost comically around his girth, and his legs felt like jelly. Sure, her teeth had grazed him quite often, and he would have blown his load long ago if it weren’t for that, but it was still more than pleasurable. He glanced at Narcissa sliding down the wall, her fingers stuffed up her cunt, stroking her inner walls with practiced ease, and back to Hermione, her eyes closed in concentration, her dainty fingers stroking the remainder of his shaft as she struggled to swallow his cock, and he felt close.

Hermione made a guttural moan in her throat as she tried to inhale Harry’s fleshy rod into her gullet, roughly swallowing the air as her tonsils brushed his tip. She knew she couldn’t get past this point – yet – and she only had three more inches to go.

Well, practice makes perfect – And she was known to never give up on a goal.

With this in mind, she continued moaning, her hands pumping the base of his dick faster, urging her green-eyed lover to cum. She breathed through her nose as she sucked him, her tongue sliding along his pulsing veins.

“Hermione,” Harry grunted, and she instinctually knew what to do as she ran her thumbs across the underside, beginning to coax his seed out.

Harry almost blacked out from the force of his orgasm. Four, five, six wads of cum shot off into Hermione’s waiting mouth, her pink, moist lips moving back to holding just the head as he heard each barely audible gulp. She stroked his cock with her full fist for the first time, pumping it vigorously until it began to soften. As Hermione kept suckling at his half-erect member, he saw Narcissa open her mouth in a silent scream as she came, her form crumpling to the floor in exhaustion, her beautiful light gold hair sticking to her back and chest. Her legs trembled as her bare bottom hit the cold cement of the floor, her back sensitive to the rough scrapes of the wall behind her. She licked her dry lips, wondering what his seed tasted like.

The room was filled with heavy pants as Hermione finally sat back, caressing her jaw. She was almost dazed at the events that had just transpired, and was only shocked more because she had caused them.

She didn’t regret it, and she was sure her new boyfriend and girlfriend didn’t either, but this went way out of hand. Right?

She looked into Harry’s green eyes, as he pulled her up and kissed her forehead in thanks, and then she looked back to Narcissa scrambling for the rest of her clothes. No, it went exactly the way it was supposed to go.

Since I'm going for a Harem story with a twist (And the twist hasn't happened yet), I suppose I will have more chapters to add in the future. Please, review. They really, truly help me out.

Once again, http://rihaansfics.com/thelist/. This part was in Chapter 4.

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